Long Hitching Poems

Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III




Success
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;

there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette

to be delivered...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ...
though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above British Columbia.

It then encircled one of the lesser peaks and...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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SOLUTIONIST:

Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching bit of all been said,
Mashed...

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“Winter of your heart”.

     The snows of Winter in your heart.
     confusion and illusions in my head.
     Share our life together. 
 ...

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TOMMY’S CHRISTMAS WISH

Tommy was a wee young boy,
And asked mommy to write and
Ask Santa for a special toy
Tommy was only four years old,
And lived with Mommy,
As his Daddy,
Brad, had gone to Canada,
To find a job,
The...

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What do you think of poetry?

What you think of poetry?
I mean, when you write, to you think of me?
Not me as me I mean to say.
But do you think, of yourself, on that day?

Are you...

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It is a small investment; this property out in the scrub.
A building that is shabby in it’s ‘hey day’ was a pub.
Blackberries scramble over it, with the sheds in disrepair;
yes the Autumn Creek Hotel needs...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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Children's Poems IV

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Boundless
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

Every day we whittle away at the essential solidity of him,
and...

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well, woman has been around for a while
  hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
  been known by many names starting with Eve
  Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve

  she can fly-by-night, be out...

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The girl was only thirteen but she decided to runaway from home,
     Her parents did not hit her but their words were like whips;
They called her stupid, and told her she...

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Friend
Twilight and evening bell 
Jingling and screaming like a rose of jungle
Then came a gentle breeze tap behind my gentle skin
Alas!
There stood my helper
And journey through the memory lane
But I ignored for I believe my...

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Hottest Thing in Town

I was kind of feeling merry
Drinking wine and sipping sherry
My mind was ready for a move
My feet were hitching for a groove
I was feeling as high as a kite
My hair was combed,...

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See me fast, feel me low, watch me strike
as I feel myself bottom blend slow into an aqeous blood slumber 
silk circulating all rotten terms as I fornunicate
the manicial social countermeasures I must employ
each day...

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when he was younger &
the spice of the moment
the cameras did capture him a million times over
his music made the charts 
his paintings sold for way more than they could ever have been worth &
the...

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Drinks fridge murmurs accusations at me
Seals connect with whoosh of door close
Defuses incriminating strip of lights lairy
Where I go from this station, God knows!

Lady taking my coins sneers, fat old wench
Bottled coffee shaking, I scope...

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There are no records of the man who raised this grand hotel.
But there are many stories of the folks who new it well.
Thank God for the patient horses at the hitching rail
who carried home their...

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The sun was rising in the east
behind some hitching posts -
and weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.

But I wore fancy cowboy duds,
I was a handsome sight.
A crowd of people gathered 'round
to watch...

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If only you knew….
And that’s the scary part—maybe you do!

You’re a threat to my throbbing heart
You’re a twinkle to my mind’s eye
Just a damn lovable guy!

In every sense of the word, you’re out of my...

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I remember younger days
 when the bright sun's golden rays
melted those old blues away
 Bright and green when life was spring
hitching on the robin's wing
 so much to do so much to know
and now life...

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If Youse Guys

If youse guys knock on my door,
I ain’t gonna answer it, no freaking way, man!
Youse could be Perry Smith and Dick Hickock standing there,
Holding a flashlight, a fishing knife, and a shotgun, 
Thinking...

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There's holes in all my pockets
No more money do they hold
My hands can't go much deeper
Trying to shield them from the cold
I've got 'bout fifteen dollars
Rolled and stuffed inside my boot
Got it from a pawn...

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Unrecognized through bloodshot eyes
An unfinished Jig Saw Puzzle
Next to a dried up bag of chips
And half a beer, he would guzzle

His stomach roared discontent
But he wasn't wasting that beer
He didn't know where he was
Or even...

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